Freedom and Fresh Starts

She flew over her nest
Clenched her fist tight
Heartbeat bruising her chest
She tried to work it out

Barely shivering with delight
Though is seemed so dark
Her nightingale has just arrive
Singing sweet lullabies to her

Amy moves to glories heights
Checked out from her past
She dreaded the change

So much so that she clinged on
Even when it got toxic and destructive
But now as she flies with her lullabies
Laughing at how silly she had been

So caught up in the drama of it all
That she had forgotten of the power
Etched deep in her bones and soul
That only she can run her life

The circumstances might not go with the plan
Yet the choices she makes are what worth the rain
Rain that comes and drenches and floods
Yet to a romantic like her

The flood simply carries out the past
Leaving with clean surfaces and a blank page
Waiting for Amy to write her next step